Lunch

The moment that I first saw him he was taking off his motor cycle helmet and entering the restaurant, I lost my urge to chase and became bereft. I arrived inside a few seconds after and sat in front of him. I wanted him to get a good look at my lace cleavage hugging top and silk stockings, but he didn't. He just sat there and left me to drown, all by myself, in his tight black t-shirt, reminiscing about his intense hold of me, the one I'd already lost long ago. I stared at him and couldn't stop thinking about his hard cock in my mouth. I yearned for an extreme deepthroating, mouth fucking, whatever you wanna call it. The eye-watering. Chocking. Reducing to nothing but the essence of it. That was what I am missing the most.